It’s been six months since I lost Lucy. I like to believe she’s patiently waiting at the gates of heaven — ready for the reunion when I meet her again one day.
I still think about this sweet and faithful companion every single day. If you’ve ever had a dog who you loved, you’ll understand.
When I put the key into my front door when I return home each day, part of me still waits to hear the sound of her tail hitting the door as she realizes I’ve returned.
When I get up in the morning, part of me still feels compelled to get her leash and take her for the first walk of the day — something she loved so much. At night, part of me wants to take her for one last walk before bed, because each walk made her so happy.
But I can’t do those things, because the World’s Happiest Dog isn’t here anymore.

Certainty leaves us unwilling to change beliefs when we’re wrong
There are lessons for our lives in the joy and innocence of children
Until you ask the right questions, you’ll never find missing answers
If you made an error yesterday, it’s ‘foolish consistency’ to stick with it
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
FRIDAY FUNNIES
I’d love to move to the Caribbean, so what’s been keeping me here?